Tagged: day

all day, the rain falls

all day, the rain falls
in brooklyn like a fugue,
repeating the same
theme on its way
down – ledge, leaf,
rung, stoop,
ledge, leaf, rung,
stoop, ledge,
leaf, rung, stoop –
rubato-
ing and
accelerando-ing
together
with the ease of
a seasoned symphony
.
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at the end of the

at the end of the
day, we have no idea what we
are really about
.
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at day’s end, it is

at day’s end, it is
possible that we will miss one
another, unseen
.
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day after day, love

day after day, love
shows up best unedited,
let’s keep everything
.
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on day 104

on day 104
or 105, in between
counting and waiting,

there will be seconds when i
will forget that i am waiting
.
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on day eighty-five,

on day eighty-five,
doubt looks too familiar,
perhaps closer to

day sixty, smiling like thirty,
naïve like eight, aching like one
.
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this morning, on day

this morning, on day
seventy-eight, the waning
gibbous moon stayed up

long enough to laugh at me,
or console – its face was so smooth
.
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in the middle of

in the middle of
day, i glance down at my new
old watch, every tick

a reminder of dad’s old
new love, steady, fully charged
.
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on the seventh

on the seventh
anniversary of your
death, i announce
it the way one
notes it’s saturday,
close my heart
off for the rest
of the day, tune
in to everything
so there is no room
for the hunter
.
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when we are

when we are
together, the minutes
are spun inside each
hour into cotton
candy, and the
day twirls, leaving
a sweet residue
.
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